Chapter 1
Faithful to the promises that you make
Three years of age and a prodigy. Three years of age and in another world. Three years of age and with the mind of a 27 year old. With the teachings of a modern medical practitioner?! In the world where ninja rule the skies and the lands of the dead and living alike????
A man in the body of a three year old girl…
Things this complicated never work out the way that they are supposed to. Hailed to be a child genius and with the heralded genes of a Yamanaka Ino wasn't the success that fit into the eyes of the ninja societies. An aberration that had the skills and the mannerisms that fit one that was ten times her senior and in the body of a three year old. Still motor skills can't be rushed. Not being able to channel chakra makes any genius only so so able to rock the world. On the look out for things that are able to alter the course of events in a universe in which there were still monsters running loose Ino was going to live a life that wasn't a lie. She knew by know that there was an opportunity to live a life that she would have been proud of even as a woman. She only had one blunted kunai and it wasn't even balanced. Yet she knew that there would be a time and a place for even that antiquated piece of equipment. She had seen the prowess with which her 'elders' were able to move and that was something that she wished to have a part of.
Training wasn't as simple as it had seemed to be though. There was obviously something amiss from the expectations that an ordinary Mary Sue was equipped with. Just tossing that blunted kunai at a tree a hundred times was an impossible feat for her to accomplish. She had gotten some instructions for the task that she had infront of her from her father yet that was all that he was willing to offer her. A few words. She understood the reasoning behind it though. Without the mistakes that training would offer you would miss out on the reality that it was. She would be more reckless and more prone to errors if she was to undergo the training with perfect supervision that was befitting of her intellect. She needed to learn of her limits on her own rather than having them pinpointed by another and for her to achieve beyond. She had even had the good grace to give her father a comforting hug for his 'helpful' words. It still felt as he was being a lazy ass.
After the tenth throw that was actually hitting the tree she heard none of the familiar sliding sound that came from the kunai sliding of the bark. Giving of a snort that made her face eerily similar looking to that of the real or would have been Ino… Walking up the tree she saw what it was that had greeted her smug mind and caught her ego on the uprise. A shroom. The blunted end of her kunai was sticking out from a shroom. "No…" It is hardly manly to fall down to your knees and cry for having your ambitions squashed in your face. Yet that is what she did. And the tears came not only with hot searing pain but also with a contricting throat and an embarrassing wheeze. And it wouldn't go away. And she wasn't with her family. On her knees eyes half-lidded squeezing out tears and arms limp at her sides splattered to the ground she looked for all purposes the three year old cry baby that she was.
She wasn't alone however. ((AN: Yes there is very little indicative of the effort that Ino was putting through to be one that would satisfy the interest of one such as the one that is there in the clearing with her yet… I AM THE AUTHOUR!!! OBEY ME!!! Not you readers but the… something… something… Don't make things too hard to figure out will ya. I am hardpressed as it is being all depressed and the like already. ))
Jounin and a good one at that. That was what he was. Interested in the fairer sex? Arguably not. A real softy? Yes indeed. However he knew whose daughter this was and he knew why she was here and not at her family's residence training her kunai training. Also he knew why she was only three years old and still trying. Actually he didn't know that last part. But it was enough to make his head turn in her direction and look at her as she pulled out the kunai from the shroom all hiccup and cutesy like. However he hadn't become a Jounin by being a moron. That had only made him the foremost master of tai jutsu in the village. He would have struck a pose at that if it weren't for the continuing throws and failed attempts at efficient managing of trajectories. As it was it was a sight that he would have rather been without. Something that only his closest knew of. Reasons that were hidden from the populace and everybody else. Reasons that made his heart ache as he saw the continuing growth of despair held of so weakly by that… It was already too much for him to bear and he was off. He wouldn't be off for too long though. Something that he feared would make that not come to reality. That part of him that was struggling already inside of his heart. 'It is not my place to decide.' And he was gone. However the dice had been thrown. Things would never be the same from now on.
Before the first part of the sun dipped into the forest she was still not seeing any sign of her father. To have him appear and to flick her lone kunai from the air with the practiced ease of a Jounin made her efforts seem all the more pale. It was as if he was squatting flies! She had only that one kunai too… 'My only one…' She couldn't scrounge the energy needed to scowl at her annoying father though. She was glad as it was that he was silently merely appraising her. 'Of course he would be appraising me! There is nothing that he would do to help me so what else is there to do other than to look??' It was very close to the energy needed to scowl furiously yet she channeled it into joggin of in the direction of the kunai.
Suddenly held up into the air by two very strong hands she wasn't able to keep from shutting her eyes determinedly. Atleast she hoped that was what it looked like. She knew that the effort alone at it would make her father alter his behavior. 'Perhaps even in the direction that of least pain.' It wasn't a question in her mind even. A sort of weary tiredness as she dangled from his arms. Pushed to his torso she sighed letting out a breath that she didn't know that she was holding. Cradled against his chest it was so easy to let the weariness bring sleep to her haunted self. Yet it didn't. "I want my kunai." Now it did.